Alas Quotes by Friedrich Nietzsche, Charles Henry Mackintosh, Amiri Baraka, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Rick Riordan, Francois Fenelon and many others.
Hear, O God. Alas, for man’s sin! So saith man, and Thou pitiest him
; for Thou madest him, but sin is in him Thou madest not. Who remindeth me of the sins
of my infancy
? for in Thy sight none
from sin, not even the infant whose life
is but a day
upon the earth
It is easy to promise, and alas! How easy to forget
Passion is like the lightning
, it is beautiful, and it links
the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds
The natural idealism
of youth is an idealism, alas, for which we do not always provide
as many outlets
as we should.
Alas for the unhappy
man that is called to stand in the pulpit
, and not give the bread
Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o’er the billow, From love to titled age and crime
, And an unholy pillow
! From me, and from our misty
clime, Where weeps the silver willow
the body stands
and brawny, must the soul lie blinded
, dwarfed, stupefied, almost annihilated? Alas! this was, too, a breath
of God, bestowed in heaven, but on earth never
to be unfolded!
Do you recall Fred
Merriville?вЂќ She stared at him. вЂњFred Merriville? Pray, what has he to say
?вЂќ вЂњThe poor fellow
has nothing to say: heвЂ™s dead
Alas, not me, lord
!” she said
. “Shadow lies on me still. Look not to me for healing
! I am a shieldmaiden and my hand
a government, alas, because of the nature of humans
Alas! how little can a moment show
Of an eye where feeling
plays In ten thousand
: A face o’er which a thousand shadows go!
Alas! it is true: “Be polite
and so shall you have bores always round about you.”
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth
to any star
. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable
man, who can no longer despise
of disbelieving in God is not that a man ends up believing
nothing. Alas, it is much worse
. He ends up believing anything.
There is nothing more musical than a sunset. He who feels what he sees will find no more beautiful example of development in all that book which, alas, musicians read but too little – the book of Nature.
Two souls dwell
, alas! in my breast.
Alas! when passion is both meek
How many, alas, of the precious saints
of God must we shut
out from being believers
, if there is no faith but what amounts to assurance
…. shall we say their faith went away in the departure
of their assurance?
Time, time – that is our greatest master
! Alas, like Ugolino, time devours its own children
How can I no longer bear my weary
doom? Alas! what have I gain’d for all I lost?
I am Roman
, alas, because Horace is Roman.
Place (or put) a spider
on top of a mountain
, it will only try to catch flies; alas, they are many those who, in the figurative meaning
, have spider’s eyes.
Alas! to seize the moment
When the heart inclines to heart, And press a suit with passion, Is not a woman’s part. If man come not to gather
where they stand, They fade among
, They cannot seek his hand.
Ah! Bertie BottвЂ™s Every Flavor Beans
! I was unfortunate enough
in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then IвЂ™m afraid IвЂ™ve rather lost my liking
for them вЂ” but I think IвЂ™ll be safe
with a nice toffee
, donвЂ™t you?вЂќ He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean
into his mouth. вЂњAlas! Ear wax
O my Blessed
God! let me climb
up near to Him, and love
, and long, and plead
, and wrestle
, and strech after Him, and for deliverence from the body of sin and death. Alas! my soul mourned to think i should ever lose sight of its Beloved again. O come, Lord Jesus
Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss
his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
I stood beside Van Helsing
, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl
, there is peace for her
at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity
:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning
There’s a house across the river, but alas, I cannot swim
I’ll live my life
regretting that I never jumped in
you say, But no! Alas, time is staying
and we pass by.
I built myself a house of glass
me years to make it:And I was proud. But now, alas!Would God someone
Alas! we give our own coloring to the actions of others
Alas the Church of England
! What with Popery on one hand, and schismatics on the other, how has she been crucified
between two thieves
is sad, alas, and I have read all the books
We live in a world with huge
repositories of logic
and even greater such of information-but, alas, so little wisdom.
All the great Shakespeare plays are about killing. Alas, poor Yorick, that’s about death. And in Romeo and Juliet everyone up ends up dying. The greatest dramas in the world are all about sex, violence and death.
is but a name, faith is an empty name. Alas,
it is not safe to praise
to a friend
of your love;
as soon as he believes your praises, he slips
into your place.
termini are our gates
to the glorious and the unknown
. Through them we pass out into adventure
and sunshine, to them, alas! we return.
Alas, so all things now do hold
Heaven and earth disturbed
in no thing:
, the air
, the birds
The nightes chare the stars about doth bring.
If we are honest
, then we are known by that. If we are not, alas, we are known by that as well. What we want to do is do right, but you have to say it, you have to show it, and not stop.
But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey
, ho, the wind
and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive
, For the rain it raineth every day
Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond today.
Alas, how many have been persecuted for the wrong of having been right?
, how fell you besides
wits?” Malvolio: “Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.” Feste: “But as well? Then you are mad
indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.
Like water spilt
upon the ground–alas, Our little lives flow swiftly on and pass; Yet may they bring rich
harvests and green grass
Alas, poor Yorick! How surprised
he would be to see how his counterpart
of today is whisked off to a funeral parlor
and is in short order sprayed, sliced, pierced
, pickled, trussed, trimmed, creamed, waxed, painted
, rouged and neatly dressed
from a common corpse
into a Beautiful Memory
Everything, alas, is an abyss
, В— actions, desires
, dreams, words!
Alas, O Lord, to what a state
dost Thou bring those who love Thee!
Alas, that Spring should vanish
with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript
Alas the Master; so he sinks in death. But whoso knows the mystery of man Sees life and death
of the same plan
The greatest dramas in the world are all about sex, violence and death.
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards
? Alas! not all the blood
, of all the Howards.
Damned money! Alas! How many religious
did it blind
! How many cloistered religious did it deceive
! Money is the ‘droppings of birds’ that blinded the eyes of Tobit.